Chapter 159: You can't drive him away, and you can't beat him in a fight—Manager Liu was driven to despair.

With a flurry of smooth talk and persuasion, Old Wang successfully recruited his first top-tier talent.

Before venturing out, Old Wang had heard from others that most members of their "Glory and Wealth Family" failed the first time they went out to recruit.

To think that he would succeed effortlessly on his very first try! Truly, Manager Liu hadn't lied to him—he really was, goddamn it, a natural talent.

"Wait a moment, I need to send a message home."

With that, Zhou the Cell Thief walked off to the side, took out his phone, and opened his contacts.

His fingers flew rapidly across the screen, briefly repeating everything Old Wang had just told him.

After sending the message, Zhou the Cell Thief deleted the text history and walked back with a relieved expression.

"Let's go."

……

Meanwhile.

Zhou the Cell Thief's handler received the message.

Thinking the fellow had stolen some vital secret, the handler opened it, only to be left utterly dumbfounded.

To be honest, the handler suspected Zhou was pulling a prank.

However, adhering to the principle that all received intelligence must be uploaded, he quickly forwarded the message to the upper echelons.

Minutes later, all the high-ranking officials of their nation were in an uproar.

"What? Ultraman? The Avengers? Armor Heroes?"

"Are all of these actually real?"

"Oh my god, what on earth is happening to this world?"

Consequently, these people believed it completely.

"Should we still be researching nuclear weapons?"

A member of the military department raised this question, eliciting a bitter laugh from everyone present.

"Wash up and go to sleep!"

……

On the other side.

Zhou the Cell Thief followed Old Wang back to that dilapidated residential building.

And then……

There was no "then"!

On his very first day joining the Glory and Wealth Family, Zhou the Cell Thief was thoroughly brainwashed.

Stealing batteries only earned him a few hundred yuan a month and constantly risked getting him arrested, yet this so-called "Blue Sky Project" could effortlessly make a person a millionaire a day?

Words failed Zhou the Cell Thief.

He burst into tears right then and there.

With such a wonderful opportunity available, why hadn't anyone told him sooner?

Who said working was impossible?

How could anyone say you shouldn't work?

From now on, if anyone ever dared tell him that working was out of the question, he, Zhou the Cell Thief, would be the first to fight them over it!

Workers of the world, unite! The soul of labor shines bright, for workers ascend to the highest height!

From that day on, a military spy who had come to China successfully embarked on a path of no return, brainwashed into becoming a proud member of the Glory and Wealth Family.

However, half a month passed, and ever since Zhou joined, Old Wang never managed to recruit another soul.

While this guy shouted slogans louder and more enthusiastically than anyone else, he utterly failed to bring any benefit to the organization or trick anyone else into joining.

Manager Liu was nearly driven to despair.

He admitted that his judgment had been terribly flawed from the start.

This guy Old Wang was a complete simpleton—useless at everything he tried, and insatiable at the dining table.

Manager Liu deeply regretted ever letting him stay.

The crucial point was that over the past half month, Manager Liu had dropped several subtle hints indicating he wanted Old Wang to leave, but the guy completely failed to catch on.

Worse still, if anyone dared to directly chase him out, he would get furious, convinced that Manager Liu and the others were trying to cut him out of getting fabulously rich.

When this guy got angry, he actually threw punches!

Not only that, but this jerk Old Wang had a monstrous appetite—a single man ate enough for four or five people, and he wasn't picky at all, polishing off several large bowls of rice with just a bit of salted pickles. Every time he ate his fill, several others were left starving.

Manager Liu simply couldn't afford to keep him anymore.

Yet the problem was that he couldn't be driven away, nor could he be beaten in a fight.

It's easier to invite a deity in than to send one away.

After half a month, Manager Liu and his crew fell into total despair.

Was this even running a pyramid scheme? It felt more like operating a charity kitchen! Their entire savings were nearly eaten away.

If Old Wang didn't leave soon, their organization wouldn't even need the police to raid it; they would dissolve simply because they couldn't afford food anymore.

Thus, Manager Liu and the others finally reached their breaking point.

At noon one day, the group held a secret meeting behind Old Wang's back.

What did he think this place was?

A retirement home with free food and lodging?

Since he refused to leave, they couldn't be blamed for being ruthless.

After some discussion, the group arrived at a vicious decision.

That very evening.

Old Wang ate and drank his fill, even getting his phone back, and happily scrolled through Douyin.

Right at that moment, someone pushed the door open and spoke to Old Wang:

"Someone's outside looking for you, says they're a friend of yours."

Hearing this, Old Wang couldn't help feeling a trace of surprise.

He seemingly only had one friend, Bai Qingming—could it be him?

With this thought in mind, Old Wang headed downstairs.

Little did he know, a dozen pairs of eyes were staring right at him from inside the building.

The moment this guy stepped outside, before he could raise his guard, the crowd swarmed him.

The door slammed shut instantly and was locked tight with a heavy deadbolt.

"Who's looking for me?"

Old Wang still hadn't realized the gravity of the situation.

Glancing around, he saw only a few stray cats in heat darting about—where was anyone else?

"Playing games with me?"

Turning back, when Old Wang saw the tightly bolted heavy door, it all clicked.

"Those bastards!"

Old Wang charged straight at the door, kicking it frantically.

"Open the door!"

"Playing dirty, are you?"

"Open the damn door for your grandpa!"

Old Wang hammered away with a flurry of loud thuds, but the thick door didn't budge an inch.

Meanwhile, the people inside were practically scared shitless.

Having already crossed the Rubicon, their main fear was that Old Wang would burst back in and beat them up.

Seeing him trapped outside, the crowd finally let out sighs of relief.

A few younger members, who had previously been taught a lesson with Old Wang's fists after trivial disagreements, even mustered the courage to mock Old Wang through the door.

"Is that really all you've got?"

"Look at him, he's mad, he's totally mad, haha."

"Harder! Please come in and hit me, hit me!"

……

"Little punks, you just wait for your grandpa!"

Old Wang cursed angrily outside the door.

These fellows played without any honor, using such a trick to deceive him.

However, Old Wang had already figured out a plan.

He made up his mind to wait right here downstairs.

As long as he blocked the doorway, he refused to believe these fellows would never come out.

And so.

After enduring a whole night of freezing wind, Old Wang caught a cold, developed a fever, and collapsed unconscious downstairs, where kind-hearted passersby found him and rushed him to the hospital.

Inside the hospital room.

After listening to Old Wang's account, Bai Qingming fell into deep thought.

The Blue Sky Project?

The Glory and Wealth Family?

And those painfully familiar slogans.

Wasn't this goddamn pyramid scheme?

After half a month of silence, this idiot had actually gotten himself scammed into a pyramid scheme den.

That was simply too brilliant—even more brilliant than Li Xiuqin, the wife of Eighth Route Army Independent Regiment Commander Li Yunlong.

"Bro, what are you daydreaming about?"

Old Wang patted Bai Qingming on the shoulder.

Recovering his wits, Bai Qingming gave Old Wang a profound look.

"Are you an absolute fool?"

"Hey bro, why are you starting to curse?"

Old Wang didn't understand; he hadn't provoked or annoyed Bai Qingming, so why was Bai Qingming calling him names?

"Calling you a fool is just stating facts."

Bai Qingming said, somewhat speechless, "They wouldn't let you in, so why didn't you just call the police?!"

Hearing this, Old Wang slapped his own forehead.

"Holy shit!"

He had let his guard down; he hadn't thought of that.